Zander 17-Sep-18 05:31 PM"Look...Remember when a group of scholars were sent off to Yamax before the war?" Emmett, still bound, nodded.
"Yeah. They were foreign exchange students with the Llamanians."
"Precisely. I was one of those scholars. When the war started, they immediately locked us up, with little rations for the ten of us. We still studied with the other Llamanians, but we were tested much more cruelly." Emmett was getting uncomfortable due to his wrists being tied. As she spoke, he began to try and slip out of the rope.
"Low grades meant torture. We were whipped, branded, and starved for low grades. It was terrible. People started dropping like flies. In three weeks, we fell from ten to eight. Eight to five; five to three. In the end, only I prevailed. Instead of refusing to answer loyalty questions on tests like the others, I got them correct. I was shunned. Exiled from our little group from Vortox." Emmett finally had his wrists undone, but out of sincerity, he still listened on.
"From then on, I was put into less academic education over time. For a three GUY period, I was put through rigorous combat training by the Llamanians, to the point of life or death. They tried to kill me at almost every moment they could get. Only at night could I had a resting phase. As time progressed however, my perseverance began to show. Their tactics were less and less creative, and I always expected the worst. I came to be respected. Feared for my survivability. 'Above the lowlife qualities the others protrayed', as the Captain stated."
"I see. You were practically forced into servitude."
"Or I would have perished, yes." Emmett frowned at her last comment.
"I'm unsure. We need to get you out of here though. I'm not seeing one of my kin die on my watch. Wait a moment." Josephine looked up him.
"You could have escaped that whole time, couldn't you?" Emmett swallowed a little.
"Yeah, I could."
"Why didn't you? If you weren't a Squoatling I totally would have ended you." Emmett paused for a long moment, looking for the words to say.
"It's okay if you don't want to answer. We just must like an hour ago--"
"I felt hopeless then. That was, until I met you." The woman furrowed her brow in confusion.
"Wait, huh?"
"Squoat amour, Fina. Furgaz squaleiz." (In this context, this pretty much meant, "Squoat gives his kindness to you, Josephine. I love you for who you are." He didn't mean love in the romantic sense, obviously.) Emmett stood up and smiled coyly; he stretched casually. On the other hand, Josephine covered her face. She was blushing from his statement. It felt like a millennia ago that she would have heard such heartfelt and cherishing words.
"Are you okay?"
"I don't know how to feel."
"What do you mean?"
"Just, everything."
"What's taking her so long? She's just changing clothes," Emmett mumbled to himself. He went up next to the door and knocked on it.
"Just a second!" She sounded like she was stressed from her speech. Rather than to provoke anything, The Kid backtracked and whistled a soft turn to himself. Soon, the female Squoatling was out.
"Here. Sorry I took so long."
"You're fine." Josephine was in a skin-tight Llamanian suit fitted for a Squoatling. It was general wear for those aboard the ship. She was visibly frowning, pulling at her collar.
"What's wrong? Need to talk?" Emmett was more concerned about her state over the suggestive qualities of her suit. Still, his eyes wandered here and there.
"Just...Nothing. The sooner we get you out, the sooner I'll feel better." She tossed him her suit, which was surprisingly lighter than what he thought. The Kid took off his shell with little ease in front of her.
"Need any help?"
"I got it." He then slipped right into her armor and fitted the helmet on.
"Sheesh, this stinks," Emmett grumbled.
"Yeah, I know. The Llamas stink too...I mean by odor, that is." Tawfeek tilted his head at this comment.
"Just get on out of here. I'll meet you at the end."
"Oh, Seth." It must have been a day since he was launched from the ship. A day since he was a pilot. A day since he even ate. Although he wished to be back at home, Seth's temper tantrum did bring him to the girl of his dreams. (That wasn't saying much though. He just wanted any female Squoatling.) Emmett stopped for a moment and leaned on a wall.
"Y'know, this place isn't so bad."
"I'd hope you would think so." A tall Llamanian with shades and battle armor appeared in front of him.
"Hey babe. I've been looking for you everywhere." It seemed that her helmet had a voice modulator in it! Or at least Josephine planned ahead and snuck it on there while in the restroom.
"Oh. Hey."
"I was just going to chill at the Brozone for a bit. Want to swing by at around five for some..." The Llamanian started to air thrust his pelvis. Emmett wanted to puke. He just showed him a thumbs up and stood away from the wall.
"Grreat. See you then, Tiger." Emmett then learned that he really needed to get going.
"He's a cute guy, but I'm unsure of his deal." Squosafina spoke this aloud unintentionally as she passed by an open-door cafe. She was looked at as if she were crazy. This further proved her Squoatanity. She wasn't even allowed to speak to herself without getting weird looks from the Llamas.
"Hey, Josephine!" Her drill sergeant bumped into her from behind.
"Oh, hey--"
"Where's your armor? You know it's mandatory to wear it around the ship!"
"I, um--"
"You're going to be late for a meeting at this rate! Get the fuck ready or I'm reporting your tardiness to General Guak." Shit! She knew she had forgotten something. Josephine really needed to get to the escape pods now. She could not face another strike on her record!
"I'm so glad you made it here safely." She hugged him tightly. Emmett did not think she would react like this, feeling a little awkward. Before he could hug back, Josephine realized what she was doing and tried to rid of the tenderness of the moment.
"I'm holding you like this to pull off my armor, by the way." Emmett sighed of relief, taking off the helmet and slipping out of her breastplate, gloves, and greaves.
"It was really hot in there. How do you do it?"
"There's an air conditioner in here, you know." She pressed a little button causing a soft fan to spin. Emmett now felt stupid.
"That's unimportant though, we need to see if the coast is clear." Josephine put on her helmet and peered around the corner.
"Shit."
"What?"
"I forgot there's a security card reader in place."
"What would happen if we ran through it?"
"The alarms would go off." She was not wrong either. The Llamanians were very strict with access procedures on the mothership.
"What would happen if you got caught?" Josephine lowered her head, signifying guilt.
"I think this is my second to last strike. They would probably take away my grass privileges for a week, too." Emmett mentally gasped in horror.
"That's terrible!"
"Well, how are we going to get you out of here?" Emmett looked over to his partner with sincerity.
"Jump the alarm with me."
"What?" She was surprised.
"Come and escape with me. You'll be free. And safe..."
"I can't, I don't think--"
"And not alone."
(edited)"Do you want me to come?"
"It would make me the happiest Squoatling in existence, Squosafina." She took off her helmet and looked him directly in his yellow, horizontal eyes.
"Furgaz squaleiz, Fet." Emmett finally hugged back, resting his ear on her shoulder. She acknowledged the tender feeling and replicated it, tearing up a little in the process.
"Intruder!" Emmett looked over Josephine's shoulder, seeing three armed guards. Suddenly, Josephine stood up.
"Sorry for this, Squemfet." She suddenly picked Emmett up and charged through the card reader, starting the alarm through the mothership.
"INTRUDER ALERT IN THE ESCAPE REGION! ALL SECURITY PERSONAL REPORT TO THE ESCAPE REGION!" The three charged their arms up, with the leader hesitant to shoot. He saw her grow into who he believed she was: a bloodthirsty and cold-hearted killer.
"Don't do this, Josie, you know I don't want to hurt you." Right as Emmett heard this voice, his face was knocked straight into the glass of a pod. He was out due to Josephine. Again.
"I'm sorry, Regimald. I'm not a Llama. I never was! And I never will be!" Right as she pressed the "OPEN" button on the pod, Regimald shot his dart, in her arm. He was giving his only semblance of a daughter a chance to leave with the intruder.
(edited)"What the fuck, private!" Josephine was downed, her groans negated by the severity of the alarm. She then was put to sleep from the concentration of the dart.
"Rules are rules, Regimald." Right as the escape pod left, a gun fight brewed on the Llamanian mothership.
@Final Frontier Here. It's a bit longer than the others, I believe. It doesn't even finish the sorry yet. Fourth part will be a short resolution back to the ship.
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